Be thou, long suffering, slow to wrath,
A burning and a shining light!

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The Presence of God.

1 SHINE on our souls, eternal God,
With rays of beauty shine;
O, let thy favor crown our days,
And all of them be thine.

2 Did we not raise our hands to thee,
Our hands might toil in vain ;
Small joy success itself could give,
If thou thy love restrain.

3 With thee let every week begin,
With thee each day be spent,

For thee each fleeting hour improved,
Since each by thee is lent.

4 Thus cheer us through this desert road, Till all our labors cease,

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And Heaven refresh our weary souls
With everlasting peace.

7s M.

1 SOVEREIGN Ruler of the skies,
Ever gracious, ever wise!
All my times are in thy hand,
All events at thy command.

2 Thou didst form me by thy power;
Thou wilt guide me hour by hour;
All my times shall ever be

Ordered by thy wise decree.

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3 Times of sickness, times of health;
Times of penury and wealth;
Times of trial and of grief;
Times of triumph and relief;-
4 Times temptation's power to prove ;
Times to taste a Savior's love;
All is fixed, the means and end,
As shall please my heavenly Friend.

1 ALMIGHTY Maker! Lord of all!
Of life the only spring!
Creator of unnumbered worlds!
Supreme, eternal King!

2 Drive from the confines of my heart
Impenitence and pride;
Nor let me in forbidden paths,
With thoughtless sinners, glide.
3 Whate'er thine all-discerning eye
Sees for thy creature fit,

I'll bless the good, and to the ill
Contentedly submit.

4 Feed me with necessary food:
I ask not wealth or fame:
Give me an eye to see thy will,
A heart to bless thy name.

5 May still my days serenely pass,
Without remorse or care;
And growing holiness my soul
For life's last hour prepare.

1 AMIDST a world of hopes and fears, A wild of cares, and toils, and tears, Where foes alarm and dangers threat, And pleasures kill, and glories cheat, 2 Shed down, O Lord, a heavenly ray, To guide me in the lonely way;

And o'er me hold thy shield of power To guard me in the dangerous hour. 3 Teach me the flattering paths to shun, In which the thoughtless many run; Who for a shade the substance miss, And grasp their ruin in their bliss. 4 May never pleasure, wealth, or pride, Allure my wandering soul aside; But through this maze of mortal ill Safe lead me to thy heavenly hill.

1 AUTHOR of good, we rest on thee:
Thine ever-watchful eye
Alone our real wants can see,
Thy hand alone supply.

2 In thine all-gracious providence
Our cheerful hopes confide;
O, let thy power be our defence,
Thy love our footsteps guide.

3 And since, by passion's force subdued, Too oft, with stubborn will,

We blindly shun the latent good,
And grasp the specious ill, —

4 Not what we wish, but what we want, Let mercy still supply:

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The good unasked, O Father, grant;
The ill, though asked, deny.

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God our Shelter.

1 WHEN, o'erwhelmed with grief,
My heart within me dies,
Helpless, and far from all relief,
To Heaven I lift mine eyes.

2 O, lead me to the rock

That's high above my head,
And make the covert of thy wings
My shelter and my shade.

3 Within thy presence, Lord,
Forever I'll abide;

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Thou art the tower of my defence,
The refuge where I hide.

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Changes.

1 THE gifts indulgent Heaven bestows, Are variously conveyed;

The human mind, like nature, knows
Alternate light and shade.

2 While changing aspects all things wear, Can we expect to find

Unclouded sunshine all the year,
Or constant peace of mind?

3 More gayly smiles the blooming spring, When wintry storms are o'er; Retreating sorrow thus may bring Delights unknown before.

4 Then, Christian, send thy fears away, Nor sink in gloomy care;

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Tho' clouds o'erspread the scene to-day,
To-morrow may be fair.

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Submission.

1 O LORD, my best desires fulfil,

And help me to resign

Life, health, and comfort to thy will,
And make thy pleasure mine.

2 Why should I shrink at thy command,
Whose love forbids my fears?
Or tremble at thy gracious hand,
That wipes away my tears?

3 No! let me rather freely yield
What most I prize to thee,
Who never hast a good withheld,
Nor wilt withhold, from me.

4 But, ah! my inward spirit cries,
Still bind me to thy sway;

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Else the next cloud that veils my skies
Drives all these thoughts away.

C. M.

In Time of Danger.

1 O GOD, that mad'st the earth and sky, The darkness and the day,